Where The Mouth Is Sweet And The

We Are Slumberous Poppies, Lords Of Lethe Downs, Some Awake And Some Asleep, Sleeping In Our Crowns. What Perchance Our Dreams May Know, Let Our Serious May Know.

A Pleasure So Exquisite As Almost To Amount To Pain.

Improvement Is Nature.

If You Are Ever At A Loss To Support A Flagging Conversation, Introduce The Subject Of Eating.

Affection, Like Melancholy, Magnifies Trifles; But The Magnifying Of The One Is Like Looking Through A Telescope At Heavenly Objects; That Of The Other, Like Enlarging Monsters With A Microscope.